You Can Censure an Author and Live Happily Ever After
Freedom of speech took a square hit on the chin today. I know, because I’m the one who threw the first punch. Obviously, it wasn’t recorded as a knockout punch, but it was definitely well-deserved. I censured a writer, something I have never, ever done before.
The offending author shall remain nameless. I made my censure decision without input from anyone else, and I didn’t consult with the offender either. Unilaterally, I decided enough was enough from this particular author.
What was the offense, you ask? It was a combination of factors that were so egregious, they defied my imagination. From the style of writing, to the headline, to the beginning sentence, the article was written to attack and offend common decency, intelligence, creativity and the very desire each writer possesses to make an impact.
I cannot think of, or imagine sitting down at my desk and writing an article filled with vile, even vulgar hate speech, designed to purposefully shock and awe any intended audience. That form of writing holds no value for me.
Interspersed throughout the article were lies, misquotes, fictitious circumstances that had no way of ever happening, and I was being…
